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...Medford, Mass. 75 Foker, John E. '59 T 21 6.5 218 Minneapolis, Minn. 76 Clark, William D. '61 T 18 6.2 198 Cincinnati, Ohio 77 Briggs, Peter G. '59 T 21 6.3 225 Marblehead, Mass. 78 Francis, Edward L. '59 T 21 6.2 215 Dover, Mass. 80 Cappiello, David L. '60 E 19 5.11 190 Auburn, N.Y. 81 Kirk, Paul G., Jr. '60 E 20 5.11 185 Newton, Mass. 82 Sullivan, Jeremiah, J., Jr. '61 E 20 5.11 179 Cambridge, Mass. 83 Aadalen, Richard J. '61 E 19 6.3 195 Red Wing, Minn. 84 Keohane, Harold...
...Mace has exchanged Sunday coast-to-coast flights and weekday airborne personnel conferences for commuting between the Business School and his home in Dover. And after helping to raise Litton's sales from $8.7 million in 1955 to $83 million, he has returned to Cambridge to teach and work as caretaker for a foreign business education program...
...better moods he tours bookshops, or inspects unframed reproductions. (In his room in Adams House Harold has mounted a picture of Dover Beach--clipped from an insurance ad--on the laundry cardboard from his button-down shirts.) Occasionally he wanders to the river, looking for dandelions--the univer- sal symbol of simple innocence and purity. More often he stands before the plate-glass display or Cardullo's--with a libidinous twitch at the Italian sausage...
Died. The Marchioness Curzon of Kedleston (nee Grace Elvina Hinds of Decatur, Ala.), 80, daughter of a onetime U.S. Minister to Brazil, second wife of the late Marquess Curzon, who was British Viceroy and Governor General of India (1898-1905) and Foreign Secretary (1919-24); near Dover, England. First female recipient of the Grand Cross of the British Empire (conferred on her in 1922 for war work), Lady Curzon was a significant arc in titled circles, an owner of race horses whose brown and pink colors were once familiar at Ascot and Newmarket, and a friend of Lady Randolph Churchill...
...wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity ..." The Globe Tale begins as simply and unmemorably as a badlands bang-banger: "On a Friday night late in November, 1775, the stagecoach . . . from London to Dover was toiling slowly up Shooter's Hill...